Red Confession: Midnight Devouring in Dordogne Inn
Dordogne's green bend hides the inn. Empty lot. Wax and cep scents hit me in…
Dordogne's green bend hides the inn. Empty lot. Wax and cep scents hit me in…
Gravel crunches under ballerina soles. Thin fabric bites skin. Red dress clings. No panties. No…
6 AM. TGV to Paris. June chill bites. Tailleur Naf-Naf hugs curves, skirt screams sex.…
Stark white cabin. Space station hums. Harsh lights slice skin. Strapped to wide bed. Waist…
The door to her cell snicks shut. Heavy oak. Dust motes dance in faint candlelight.…
Afternoon sun filters through the windows of this sex shop in a sleepy western town.…
The villa's pool shimmered under Ouagadougou's night sky. Duval's car growled away, leaving silence thick…
The hotel door clicks shut. Heart hammers. Edgar pins me against the wall. Arms up,…
Highway rest area. 7 PM. Trucks parade like beasts. I clutch empty coffee cup. Thoughts…
Rain hammers the roof of Sylvie's house. I knock, soaked, heart pounding like thunder. She…